14
The world feels fuzzy and far away as I feel the mattress dip beside me. I’m on my third dose of Sway with eight tally marks on my stomach already, and I swear I just fell asleep thirty seconds ago. There’s no way they already want more. I’m so full of cum my belly feels bloated, and every slight shift has the plug brushing up against my g-spot. The overstimulation alone might kill me.
I don’t even want to open my eyes until one of them flicks the bedside lamp on, and even then, I regret it. There are nine tally marks now. Clearly, I was asleep longer than I thought.
“Who was it?” I ask groggily.
“Manson,” Ash growls. “It’s my fucking turn now.”
I hear Manson’s faint snores next to me as Ash straddles me, and the look on his face has my stomach flipping. “Just us, huh?”
“You got a problem with that?” He looks as tired as I feel, but there’s a determination in his eyes that outshines his exhaustion. He needs to be the last to fill me, and I don’t understand why.
He works the plug out and pushes his cock inside of me before I can respond, drawing a whimper from me I can’t contain. I’m so sore already, so full of cum that I’m not sure I could orgasm again if my life depended on it — but something tells me Asher won’t care. He might even prefer it.
“No, I don’t have a problem,” I finally answer. “I’ve been waiting for it.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes closing as he rolls his hips lazily. I’m so used to him fucking me fast and hard I keep waiting for the moment he snaps, but to my surprise he holds this pace. “Are you sore, pet? Tell me how your pussy feels right now.”
“You know that feeling when you do a really tough workout on muscles you’re not used to using and you go way overboard? It feels like that,” I whisper, trying not to wake the sleeping giant next to me. I should be used to the paralysis by now but it’s still so strange not being able to at least wrap my arms around a man while he fucks me. “It... hurts a little now.”
Asher smiles. “Yeah? Crazy how tight you are... swear it’s like you were made to be our fuck doll.”
“Is that still all I am to you, Asher?” I ask, moaning softly when he thrusts a little too deep. “Just a fuck doll?”
“Shhh,” he whispers, his lips so close to my ear I get a chill. “You’re not just my doll... you’re also my pet. My captive. My girl.”
He thrusts harder like the last one isn’t vastly different than all the rest. It’s the only one that marks me human, that makes me special. It’s also the one that has very familiar tears springing to my eyes.
When his tongue swipes it up before it can fall, something inside me breaks. I want to move. I want to wrap my arms and legs around him, hold him close, feel the weight of his body on top of me. I want to kiss him, to feel the fury and desperation against my lips. But I can’t do any of it. My limbs are fucking useless and the collar is so wide I can’t crane my neck up enough to reach him even though he’s mere inches away.
“Fuck,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as the pressure builds in my core. The sound of him slowly fucking nine loads of cum is driving me crazy, making me forget the soreness and the pain. This is evidence of how much they want me. How much they need me. How even exhausted, Asher can’t bear the thought of not being the last one to claim me. It may be cruel and unusual, but it’s also desire like I’ve never known it and will never know it again. “Can you... can you pull my arms around your neck?”
Stilling, he stares down at me for a second before maneuvering my cuffed hands over his head. He keeps a small distance between us, making it impossible to look away from his eyes as he rolls his hips.
It feels so much better on my shoulders that I moan. “Slow,” I say softly. “Don’t stop.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?” Asher bites his lip. “I’m hurting your pussy but you still don’t want me to stop?”
Exhaling hard, I realize I have to admit it. “Yes. Yes, it hurts. I feel too full, like I’m gonna burst because you’re so big. Like you could fuck a hole right through me if you wanted to.”
“I could,” he agrees, closing the distance between us a little more. “Say it again... tell me not to stop.”
He’s so close I can smell the scent of toothpaste on his breath, feel it against my cheeks. My stomach squirms with desire as my gaze falls to his lips. “Please, Asher. Don’t stop.”
But the angle is awkward for him, I can tell. Having to keep my limp legs spread, my arms from slipping. Not only that, there’s a vulnerability in his gaze I’ve never seen before. If it weren’t for what I’ve seen with my own eyes, I might believe he’s never known how it feels to be wanted — but that’s not true. The sleeping form next to us is living proof of it, but I can’t shake the way he’s looking at me. It’s almost like he needs to kiss me. “I won’t... not until my cum is what’s filling you the most.”
I’m actually surprised he admitted it out loud, but that’s all I really wanted. I just needed to hear him say it. “Wait, Ash, don’t,” I rush out. “Don’t come inside me. I can’t take anymore.”
“What?” he hisses, hips moving a little faster now, more desperate than anything. “You’re going to take every fucking drop, little sister.” He leans in to press his mouth against my ear again. “I’m going to fucking make you.”
“I can’t,” I repeat. “I’m too full, Ash. Please.”
“You’re gonna beg, pet?” He isn’t being gentle anymore, each thrust is a punishment of its own. “Go ahead and beg, but it’s not going to stop me from filling up what’s mine. What fucking belongs to me.”
I feel Manson stir at how growly Asher’s voice is getting, but he’s far too close to the edge to care.
“Do I? Do I belong to you?” Hell, despite the pain, I’m close to an orgasm myself. Too close. “Prove it.”
The way he slams inside of me makes me scream as he rips that orgasm out of me, makes me sob. They’re not stray little tears anymore.
“That’s what I fucking thought.” His lips ghost against my cheek. “Such a good girl when you’re hanging off my cock. Now fucking take it.”
Three more brutally hard thrusts send him over, our bodies pinned together as he pumps me full for the tenth time since this all started. Manson is wide awake as he hands Asher the marker to add the tally, and I think I might finally be able to get what I want.
“Can we stop for a while?” I ask gently. “Please. My joints are cramping and I really don’t think I can handle anymore.”
“You can,” Asher responds just as Manson says, “Of course.”
They share a long look before Manson relents. “You can handle more, you’re strong. Are you hungry though?”
My hopes crash as I realize I really am only halfway through this, maybe not even. The third dose wasn’t long ago. “No, I’m not hungry,” I say honestly. “I’m too full to eat anything.”
Smirking, Asher slides the plug back inside of me, making me wince. It feels even bigger now, somehow.
“Can you at least take the cuffs off for a bit? They’re a little redundant.”
Shrugging, Asher grabs the keys to give me a little reprieve, and Manson shakes his head. “You have to eat something. I’ll go look. Can you sit her up?”
Ash rolls his eyes as he leaves, but does as asked. Even that feels better than laying down for hours on end, so I whisper a thank you as I try not to focus on how warm he is. Every inch of skin that touches me feels like a fire I can’t face, but the new position also has that plug nestling a little deeper inside me.
It’s too damn much.
“And the collar?” I press gently. “Also a little redundant.”
“I don’t agree.” He meets my eyes and reaches out to poke it. “That isn’t just a collar we want you to wear sometimes, it’s a symbol.”
“A symbol of what?”
“The fact that you belong to us,” he replies unblinkingly. “I haven’t shocked you all night, because in this state you can’t fight it, but when you’re walking around it’s what you do. You say it’s an act, or try hard to defy us whenever you can, but each time you do I look at that collar and know the truth. This is where you belong.”
Same story, different day. I’m not sure why I asked. “Can you scratch under it for me then?”
“Where?” I guide him to the spot and watch him as he scratches underneath it tenderly. “Better?”
“Mmhm.” I glance over to the doorway as Manson walks in. “I told you, I’m really not hungry at all. Please don’t make me eat.”
“Well, tough shit, Rhea. It’s just a bowl of fruit, you need the sugar.”
He sits down next to me on the bed, and Ash takes that as his cue to disappear out the door.
Of course.
Sighing, I open my mouth to let him pop a piece of cantaloupe on my tongue. “Are you guys getting tired yet? Figured you’d be blowing dust by ten loads.”
“Technically it’s only five each,” he jokes. “And yeah we’re tired, but I got a nap.”
“He hasn’t?”
“Nah.” Manson shakes his head and feeds me half a strawberry. “He doesn’t sleep as much as he should.”
Maybe that’s where he went now. Or maybe he went to load up another dose, because they made one thing very clear — this is far from over.
I seriously doubt I’m strong enough to handle it.